ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ

ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ. ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʟᴇᴋ.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.”

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

— ⁝ [❉] Took me wayyyy too long to find one for her-.

[𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐝 @DRAGONRIDERWIND]

// The Jesinia faceclaim.😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

-mind focused on all things dragons. Your squad can’t afford to lose you so early in your career.’ She points out, head now comfortably resting upon his shoulder.

She’s now fighting back a faint yawn.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

She returned the gentle squeeze, a teasing eye roll following suit towards his words.

Though, she knew the trouble that would brew with the emotions and feelings she was experiencing with the other. Heck, just a smile would sometimes get a scribe dismissed.

‘Please keep your-

[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝒔𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ @IRONMENDED]

"sliseag would eat both of us with zero hesitation before he stopped flying." this causes him to laugh but he prepares himself by bracing his ribs against his hand.

there is a gentle squeeze to her hand before his thumb smoothes over the back of it. he knew he wasn't able to +

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

-drifting down to take his, now interlocking their fingers.

‘Yes, handsome.’ She agreed, a quick brush of her hand to his jacket to remove a patch of grass from his shoulder.

Gosh, she didn’t truly realize it, but he was covered in dirt and grass.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

‘Tell your dragon to stop flying, it will be a similar answer to what I will give you.’ She shook her head with a chuckle escaping.

‘I’ll always worry about you and every rider I come in contact with. It’s a terrifyingly badass career you all volunteered for.’ She signed, hand-

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his brow furrows just for a moment. he never took into consideration how terrifying it must be for her to watch her friends fly off into the middle of a storm and hoping they make it back.

he reaches out, touching her arm. "i don't want you to worry about me. violet and the +

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https://t.co/83RLzAUDMn

[͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊 .ᐟ @markedrebel]

https://t.co/MtrSj4dxl6

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

-Her gaze now traveled down to her own outfit, heat taking over her cheeks as she smoothed out the dress.

‘And you look handsome yourself.’ She admits while a healer returned to Sawyer. He offered up a mix of healing herbs for the pain, explaining of how and how often to take.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

Gaze torn away from the bottles, she finally chose to sit down beside him.

‘Just because it’s a part of being a rider doesn’t mean I won’t worry. Such terrible traits of selflessness you all hold.’ She huffs before her own faint smile begins to grow towards his own.

-

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bringing his hand to his chest, he taps it with his thumb, letting her know he's fine.

"we get hurt like this all the time. it's part of being a rider." the corner's of his lips tighten, guilt eating at him for being careless during training. had he been paying attention +

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

@thebigtavis

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

♡ like for a gif starter;

Rt for a plot + one liner ✦⟡

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

A beautiful fall night to curl up with a book.

Tonight’s read; A Study on Signets by Major Dalton Sisneros

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

-down on the bed.

‘You aren’t late, you’re injured.’ She pointed out, her hues began to scan the herbal remedies near the bed, an attempt to find something to aid in clearing his pain.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

As he rose from the bed and scrambled towards her, she narrowed her brows.

She furiously now pointed towards the bed.

‘Don’t you dare apologize, sit your butt back on that bed.’ She angrily signs before she took his good arm in her grasps in an attempt to get him to sit back-

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though quiet, she was never overlooked. not to sawyer. he clambered off the bed, biting back a grimace as the movement caused the pain to flare.

"jesinia!"

he clutched at his side in a poor attempt to stabilize some of the movement. slowly, he signed 'i'm okay'.

he +

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

-man.

Her hands rose, a quick and frantic sign now began.

‘Are you okay? What on earth happened?’ Before she realized that there was little way for the other to sign back due to the extent of his injuries.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

She caught a glimpse of the healers while they roughly tugged Sawyer’s arm behind his back with a loud and audible ‘POP’.

At the sound alone, she could feel her stomach flip. A wave a nausea threatened to take over before she swallowed it down.

As she stepped forward, she-

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through his complaints, his squadmates helped him to the infirmary. his teeth grit together with every movement - even breathing sent a searing pain digging into his side.

"i'm fine," he grimaced, but of course he knew he wasn't. he just wanted to get out of here as quick as +

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

-allowed the worry to create creased lines upon her forehead. Though she did find relief in the new knowledge of there being no chance she would need to see his name on the death roll.

The healers now scattered away, which allowed for Jesinia to step forward towards the wounded-

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

@IRONMENDED -the whole situation surrounding Sawyer’s unfortunate accident.

Now led to the Healers Quadrant by the two riders, an audible gasp left Jesinia’s lips. A look of worry and shock etched across her features as she moved closer toward the bed.

[ᴊᴇꜱɪɴɪᴀ ɴᴇɪʟᴡᴀʀᴛ @InkOfBasgiath]

@IRONMENDED -mind, spinning a thousand miles per minute before her nagging self-doubts decided to creep in. However, what dragged her back to reality were the blurred figures of some dear friends of both her and the other. She watched as Imogen and Violet both ran toward her, explaining-